Berserk Guts Griffith Novels & Stories

“Don’t let me catch you here again or anywhere near my team. Got it? General Abtez.” He glared at me, his eyes flickering ice blue again. I did not need him to go into a rage in my camp. I met his gaze and refused to back down. Berserkers respected strength and power, so I refused to show weakness to them.

For someone with a bulky frame he sure moved fast, the air was knocked out of me as strong arms wrapped themselves around me taking me out of the way, the ground beneath us vibrated as Grims fists knocked into the ice. “are you okay?” my eyes were still wide when i noticed the damage, i slowly turned to Atlas who held me against him. Ice breaths escaped his lips as he stared at Ares, i turned back to Grim who adjusted his body and turned to me, his cape had come undone revealing the rest of his body. Atlas tucked me behind him and stood defensively in front of me. I got a good look of Grim’s body, his back especially, he had more tattoos which spiraled around his back, his arms were large a

Morgan Senior? "It's no wonder that Eric turned out to be such a selfish person as well. He got it from you!" Brian chuckled coldly and waved his hand in the air. At once, a team of men in black appeared and surrounded the crowd.

After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade. As the list of items showed up on the small screen of a smartphone, Benedict Pine, the young man behind the Berserker character breathed a sigh of relief. It was another challenging yet fun session in Grimblaze, with the first, and possibly the only friend that he ever had, in the game and online in general. “Hey, great job there, man,” a voice from the other side spoke. It was his friend, who had the username Evil_Weevil. Most people found it silly, but it had a ring to it

Jeremy agreed, jumped onto the dining table, and began walking on top of the gold luxurious table. "Will you fucking get down?" Griffith uttered dangerously. "This is not some playground." He must be Griffith, the most serious, stoned-face Alpha, among the SEVEN.

He spun on his heel in a roundhouse kick that slammed into my jaw with the force of a siege hammer, spattering thick saliva and blood across the black ash. A tense murmur rippled through the Northern spectators. I wiped my chin on the back of my forearm, baring my fangs in a savage grin. Pain did not deter me; it only fed the berserker tide burning through my veins like Greek fire. “Is that all your star‑pack teaches, pale dog?” I rumbled, voice rising from the depths of my chest. Varek howled in fury, shedding his aristocratic composure. His body cracked into a terrifying partial shift: jaw dislocating into a lupine muzzle of frost‑white fur, ears sharpening, and thick freezing mist billowi

The earth beneath her feet darkened, appearing to be on fire. A rhythmic shockwave erupted and spewed noxious gas into the air. A razor-sharp crescent slice spread into the air, illuminating it with a neon brilliance. The sword stroke struck the beast in the chest, pushing him away from Creed. She appeared right next to Creed and pulled him up from the ground. "How long does your berserk skill last?" She asked, "5 more minutes! then i'll probably pass out!" Creed answers, "Yours?" "6 minutes!" Grisha uttered, "Hmm… so… Truce?? until we escape this?"

I stared into the furious amber eyes of my mate, my mind still struggling to pull itself out of its drowsiness. For the briefest of moments, my hand wouldn’t cooperate. My fingers spasmed around his erection, squeezing it tighter around the top. Griff’s snarl reverberated across my entire body, making my traitorous nipples tighten. “Cathwulf Aibek,” he said in a voice that curled around my neck like a garrote. “If you don’t release my cock this instant—”

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

It wasn't pain; it was theft. My knees buckled. The golden aura of my gravity field flickered and died, vacuumed into the black hole of his presence. I felt my strength—the years of training, the Highblood vitality, the very will to maintain my posture—flowing out of my pores like cold sweat. My muscles felt like dry leaves, brittle and hollow. "Barzil!" Viggo choked out. I looked at the Berserker. He was shrinking. His massive muscles were deflating in real-time. His red eyes were dimming to a dull, muddy brown. He fell to his hands and knees. He retched—a wet, agonizing sound of bile hitting stone.